Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Magma,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.